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It was either for the scorching sunrise that hurt her eyes or
the cold breeze that blew scratching the fresh wounds on her arms, but Disha
could tell that her friend had tears in her eyes for some reason or the other.
“Nothing,” Razia said, when confronted by Disha, hiding her
eyes as she wiped her tears with her hands.
“Got paid?” Disha enquired.
“Yes.” Lied Razia while walking towards the place she has
been calling home from the past couple of years.
She headed for the bathroom as she entered her room where
two girls were sitting, one smoking a cigarette while the other wearing make-up
in front of the broken mirror in the room.
Razia cleaned her skirt that was smeared with her blood. She
wasn’t prepared for it. After all it was that 14- year old’s first time. Not
the first time that she had been “ridden” by men, nor the first time that she
bled while bearing the intolerable pain the men gave her, but for the first
time that she painlessly bled indicating a cycle of bleeding that …